"To the envoy of Lugong in Shenzhou"
The leader of the county still hears the general tiger, but he still sees the man.
The boat urged peach leaves across the water.
The big drum is the wind dancing.
The wine sits slightly and the guests fall down, and the court slowly moves a few people to follow.
I have always been fond of poetry and hate bitterness. I don't know it from the window.
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